Bi@19
The air around him was welcoming,
his words like quiet music
pulled me in, relaxed me, hugged me.
He claimed my eyes with his own,
wouldn’t let them go, I’m sure he wasn’t even aware
but I couldn’t look away from his bright green eyes
that were shadowed with concern.
Lights slowly moved in them, reaching out
unconsciously, more attractive
than I think I had ever noticed before.
His shoulders were slight,
easily contained in his shirt.
I wanted to hold them with
my skinny arms and maybe never let go.
I just stood there, transfixed.
My eyes detached from his,
cruised down his body slyly,
his flat chest and gut were hidden under
his loose shirt that was tucked into his jeans.
I didn’t think,
oh my god! What if he notices?
Until later.
The shape of the front
of his jeans made me see his
helmeted cock as a koala’s nose.
Am I gay? I have a girlfriend!
My groin tingled perfectly, ached a little.
I imagined momentarily his tiny white arse
naked and I’m unashamed, just conflicted,
as I thought about what I wanted
to do in that moment.
I couldn’t go there, couldn’t get torn
one side from another.
Would he hate me if he knew?
Would he love me? Want me
like I’m wanting him right now?
“ I have to go”, I stammered, saying nothing else.
She was in the street where we said we’d meet,
with one foot up on the wall behind her.
Her thigh was a perfect torpedo.
Her face lit up when she saw me
and I didn’t think, Oh my god! What if she finds out?
She walked toward me, her black hair shining.
I noticed the gap between her thighs.
She hugged me and kissed me deeply.
She smelt of apples and my cock responded.
The conflict in my balls subsided,
at least for now.
This poem was highly commended in the ZineWest (Western Sydney, NSW, Australia) publication
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